The Spy's Daughter And The Rebel Colonel (Closed for Initiate_me))

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"Forgive me - I have been starved of good company, and now I am rambling. You must be weary, I know that I am. I'll bid you goodnight, with this deal made between two gentleman of their word - that I will do what I can to navigate the difficult seas of Mrs Holme and reassure Elizabeth, and that you will work with me to find a way of thwarting that devil Williamson."

He thrust out his dark hand, to be met by a white one.

I held out my hand in return. "It is I who should be thanking you, not the other way around and I promise to do my best with Williamson, I intrinsically do not like him, but I will need to earn Cather...uhm, Mrs. Holme." Stanton laughed, "I am sure she will be open to your persuasion!"

We shook hands and I felt I had a friend. Stanton was a dignified and good man, but our conversation left me perplexed, particularly as it related to Elizabeth's father. Hopefully there would be more insight into that riddle soon.

It was getting late as I put out my cigar and sipped the last few drops of the fine brandy. It was nice being back in a home and enjoying some of the niceties life could offer, even if the war might bring all of that to a screeching halt!

I entered my room and began to undress, turning on a small gas lamp on the bedside table. I had stripped down to my birthday suit, as the sheets were fine and I looked forward to slipping in and enjoying my first comfortable night's sleep, in I didn't even remember how many months. The nights with Elizabeth were amazing, but they had been spent on hard dirt and grass fields.

I didn't even hear her enter, and to be honest I had forgotten the discussion as she shaved me. However as I heard the creak of the door, I turned around to see Marabel, stunning and also naked. She had a smile on her face, "Colonel, I hope I am not late..." and she walked by, slipping into my bed, and raising the sheet to welcome me to join her!

 

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I found myself unable to sleep, despite the much-missed pleasure of a clean cool bed. Lying there, I replayed moments from the day in the theatre of my mind, and did not enjoy doing so. Principally the memory of my mother's lustful glances towards Rusty. And was he at this moment asleep alone, wore out by the trying day? Or did he lie in sin with Marabel, enjoying her curves and confidence?

I tormented myself for a few minutes longer before giving in, and throwing off the covers. I had to know. In my thin nightdress I quietly left my room, and crept down the corridor. This part of the house allowed precious little moonlight, and I felt my way along the walls until I reached the door to Rusty's chamber.

There I paused, with my first raised to knock, and my better parts struggled with my baser parts. Somehow I knew that the jealous behaviour was wrong - in a moral sense and also because it increased the risk of our secrets being opened to the rest of the house's inhabitants, and with that all the complications and potential danger. And yet I so badly wanted to know what was taking place beyond this thick piece of wood....

I was stood there transfixed, unable to decide, when suddenly the door opened, and there in front of me was Marabel holding a candle and smiling. Naked - with the flame casting a golden halo around her, and shadowing her breasts, and in that moment she looked like the most beautiful of angels. She took my hand and guided me into the room.

 

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Now I had been a soldier at war most of my prior three years, and only my recent, but all too brief, intimacy with Elizabeth had been my reprieve. So, when a young, ebony beauty, is standing in your doorway, completely naked and wanting to help you warm your bed, it is very difficult to object.

There was the additional complication that it was incredibly important that not only the male slaves but the evil overseer Williams, think that she was his, both contractually and carnally, I was quite certain this could not be faked, and could only hope Elizabeth would understand that when the dust finally settled, only she truly owned my heart. Of course, this was a very convenient rationalization as it also allowed me to indulge in the offerings of two extremely beautiful and enticing women, yet ultimately one day have Elizabeth as my one true love.

"Come in Colonel, I won't bite...unless you want me to?" Marabel made little attempt to come across as anything different than she was. A beautiful and sexy woman who enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. I had little concern she would fall in love with me, in fact I was certain she understood and was supportive of Elizabeth and I. But she saw no reason why, Elizabeth's and my true love had to prevent all three of us from having a very good time.

We both assumed that Elizabeth was fast asleep, I had lost track of how long I had sat drinking and smoking with Stanton but it had been a while. Marabel, though, had waited, and was ready to end our night with a bit of fun. She patted the bed, her eyes full of wicked fire. "You know there are things Miss Elizabeth does not do, many things, things I think a man needs. I will teach her, if she wants, but...in the meantime, I was thinking..."

She did not finish the thought, but instead, I felt her delicate hand on my shaft, as her fingernails teased and tickled my balls. Her mouth was warm as she turned and put her weight on my knees and began kissing down my chest. "You have such a nice cock Colonel, does it taste as good as ti looks?" I let out a moan as I was getting harder by the second, and Marabel combined a twisting, tugging combination that felt incredible.

I had just felt the heat of her breath on my shaft and balls, as she opened her mouth and licked her lips. "Yummm.." She moaned and leaned in kissing the tip! CREAK! We both heard the old floorboards, outside, but the footsteps had been soft. Marabel looked up and winked, mouthing, "Elizabeth" Somehow she knew.

She quietly hopped out of bed and grabbed the small light. She tiptoed to the door and opened, Illuminating my Elizabeth. She took Elizabeth's hand and pulled her inside, and then closed the door and locked it. She put her exteded index finger to her mouth, "Shhhh" was the silent implication. Next she did the most extraordinary thing.

She circled behind Elizabeth and slid her thin nightgown from her shoulders and now we were all naked, on equal footing more or less. She leaned in, whispering sincerely, "I am glad you could join us...I have something I would like to teach you...something you need to know...it is time you learn to pleasure a man's cock with your mouth." She did not debate, but I saw the surprise on Elizabeth's face, as Marable led her over to my bed and once again lifted the sheet revealing me to all!

 

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When Marabel removed my nightdress I did not stop her, or even try to, but I instinctively covered my breasts and intimate area with my hands - as if she was not a woman also, and as if Rusty had not seen all of this before. As if our nights on the road had never happened. She place a guiding hand on the small of my back and encouraged me over to the bed, where she then lifted the sheet. Rusty was naked. His eyes met mine and in his look I saw apology and warmth and lust.

He wanted both of us, in that moment. I could see it clearly. And yet it did not strike me as a betrayal, somehow. I understood. And despite my reticence, I did wish to learn.

"Come here," Marablel said, and gestured to the floor by the bed, by Rusty's reclined figure. Like a faithful pet I obeyed, kneeling there, hands still pointlessly covering my naked body. The night was warm, the room cast in shadow and mellow light by the candle and lamp. Excitement rose up in me - I was about to be shown something new.

Marabel kneeled next to me. "Watch this", she said, and slid her hand slowly up Rusty's thigh. His cock responded, hardening and rising, and he shifted into a sitting position, one knee level with each of our chests. Marabel winked at me, and then leant forward, and gently, slowly licked his testicles. I watched.

 

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It was interesting to watch my would be mistress step behind and remove the clothing from the woman I hoped beyond hope would someday be my wife. When Marabel raised the sheet and showed me naked and in increasingly full arousal, I was indeed embarrassed, but not because I felt that anything was wrong.

Marabel guided Elizabeth to the floor beside her. I tried to read Elizabeth, I wanted her to feel comfortable, enjoy and for her to know in no uncertain terms that in no way was Marabel a threat to any aspect of hers and my relationship! If anything she could be a complement?

It was intoxicating and incredibly sexy to see these two women knelt before me, my legs slightly spread as I sat, my knees equal to and opposite from their firm, beautiful, young breasts. It was sweet how Elizabeth tried to stay somewhat modest. "Watch this", I heard Marabel say, and then I felt her hand on my thigh, as I felt my cock twitch and the early inklings of precum emerge from my tip.

Marabel looked at Elizabeth and then I felt her tongue gently lick and begin to caress my balls. I moaned, in pure delight at the soft, wet touch and then turned to see Elizabeth staring. I reached down and cupped my hand under Elizabeth's chin and raised her every so slighly up, and leaned over, to press my lips against hers. We shared a long, deep and sensuous kiss. I whispered into her ear, "You should not be intimidated, I love you, and what we all share here is secret but necessary. Your family must consider Marabel my mistress for her and you to be safe. We want nothing to be a secret from you. I hope you will partake, for Marabel understands, it is you who I love, and you who I hope will be my forever!"

I then guided her back to her original position, as Marabel now had my ball lifted and was erotically bathing them with her tongue. Marabel pulled away for only an instant and whispered to Elizabeth..."Why don't you be the one to first, lick and kiss his tip...the underside will be particularly sensitve, think of it like a candy or lollipop and enjoy." I watched Elizabeth, my breathing heavy, I so wanted these two amazing woman to share my cock in their lips and mouths!

 

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Rusty's words, and kiss, soothed the worst of my nerves. "You should not be intimidated, I love you, and what we all share here is secret but necessary. Your family must consider Marabel my mistress for her and you to be safe. We want nothing to be a secret from you. I hope you will partake, for Marabel understands, it is you who I love, and you who I hope will be my forever!"

I nodded like an obedient pet, and Marabel whispered advice to me, before drawing back slightly to watch with an expression of amused affection. This was something I had never done before, but with such a teacher I felt ready for the test.

Placing my hands on Rusty's thighs, I leaned forward, careful not to meet his eyes in case my courage would desert me, and I put my closed mouth gently to the swollen head of his cock, in the lightest of kisses. Then I parted my lips and allowed it to enter the wet warmth of my little mouth. Very carefully, I drew saliva to the forefront and tentatively sucked. The slightest of suction, to which he reacted with sharp intake of breath and tensing of muscles, and I felt his strong cock twitch, as if eager for more. Somehow I had expected there to be a strange flavour, but the taste was only of skin - with the slight hint of salt, as if the skin held sweat.

Unsure of how much meat I was expected to take in, I passed another minute gently sucking the head, and running my tongue underneath it, feeling its shape, its contours. Marabel's hand was in my hair, stroking, reassuring, and I realised I had become wet, aroused and warmed by desire.

 

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Marabel watched her young student, she really liked Elizabeth, and she had no problem helping her learn how to delight a man. She hoped and Elizabeth's early actions suggested a willingness to share, and that was all she wanted. Marabel enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. She had a true love, but he had been taken from her, she hoped one day they might meet again. However, the Colonel was a good man, and all Marabel wanted was the ability to scratch some long neglected itches.

She watched Elizabeth, tentative at first, take more and more of Rusty's cock into her mouth, licking and then sucking. "Very good!" She saw Rusty moan and arch his back a little. "Your Colonel is enjoying what you are doing..." She looked up as Rusty rolled his head back sighing, "...enjoying it very much!"

She also watched Elizabeth's body language and as she wiggled and seperated her legs slightly as she worked the pretty cock further into her mouth, Elizabeth was clearly aroused. She leaned in and whispered into Elizabeth's ear. "I think the soldier would enjoy it if we shared him...Okay?" Marabel took one hand and turned her palm skyward to cup Rusty's balls, and once again kiss and lick them.

"Sit on the other side, facing me...let me show you something" Elizabeth dutifully did as told and Marable took hold of Rusty's cock holding it out straight. "Now you kiss and lick up and down your side of his cock...I will to the other." Rust watcned as the two women worked up and down the opposite sides of his cock. Occassionally their lips would meet as they kissed and teased teh very happy soldier."

It was then Marabel reached her free hand down between Elizabeth's legs, her fingers slippin inside Elizabeth's aroused, wet, lips. She slid her finger up, until she could massage the swollen button in little circles. "It is good that pleasing your lover arouses you...there is no reason only the Colonal should fully enjoy this!" Marabel then spread her legs slightly, inviting Elizabeth should she want to reciprocate?" Marabel began to hum just a touch as she went up and down the shaft and then looking at Elizabeth she moaned, "I think he would enjoy being back inside your mouth....I believe he is close!" Rusty moaned and nodded his head in clear agreement!

 

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When my lips touched Marabel's at the head of Rusty's cock, slick with our saliva, it sent a shock through my mind. Then I felt her hand between my legs, and two fingers ease inside me, and reflexively I clamped my legs shut, which only served to hold her digits there. This was wrong, this was deeply wrong, and panic bubbled up in me. I forced myself to open my legs, and hoped that Marabel would draw back but she did so only enough to move her fingers to my clitoris and begin to tease it, causing me to shudder.

I looked over to her with pleading eyes, but she just winked at me.

"I think he would enjoy being back inside your mouth....I believe he is close!"

I nodded, as if it were me who were the servant, and I gripped the thick shaft of Rusty's cock in my small hand, and held it as I took the swollen tip in my mouth once more, and sucked, beginning to bob my head upon it, guided by Marabel's free hand in my hair, which dictated the rhythm. I was afraid that she would push me down, and make me choke, as I had not yet taken more than a quarter of the throbbing organ, but she only wanted to press me to increase the speed of my action, and I did so, while tears ran down my cheeks from the shame and ecstasy of her attentions between my legs.

I Rusty tense, and I knew he was nearly there. Spit was oozing out from my mouth, running down the length of his cock, and I had never felt less ladylike - and yet he seemed to be in heaven.

 

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It was not like me to not be the aggressor, but Marabel had arranged this trio, put each of us in position and now it was her symphony to conduct. I watched my Elizabeth, my sweet, gentle, oh so ladylike and even naive Elizabeth, be brought in, and try to dismiss her natural instincts, and God bless her she did.

I watched both of their lovely mouths tease and please my cock, their lips even touch, and then Marabel's fingers knock on the door that only I had visited as a guest. I knew it was so hard for Elizabeth. "It is okay my love, let her please you, just like you are pleasing me...tonight we are one...and here for each other!"

Marabel instructed that I was close, and Oh God, I was. My cock was a volcano, being teased and deliciously provoked by the elements to release its pent up lust and need into the mouth of my lover. I felt Elizabeth's lips surround and latch on my shaft, my tip swallowed and teased in the warm of her mouth and joys of her tongue. "Oh God...OH GOD..." I did my best to resist thrusting feeling her sweet bob, beckoning and about to receive my seed! "Oh Yes, so goood...Oh Elizabeth, MY Elizabeth...please yes....oh please may I!"

As I was at that point, I saw Marabel frantically pick up the speed of her sawing in and out of Elizabeth's tender folds while her finger tip, worked her clit....would we cum together, would Elizabeth be able to take me...I wanted to feed her...let her feast on my offering....my desire to fill her belly, as perhaps one day our baby might as well..."I'm ...I'm..." I held and tensed, balled my fists, and let go...a thunderous, and copious stream of ropes, launched in spurts, each one sending thrills through my entire body..."Oh Elizabeth...Oh God...have me!"

 

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It was pure shock as the first pumping streams of warm semen surged into my mouth, and I almost jumped away, but just managed to keep my mouth around the head, believing he would want me to do so. My eyes watered, from the jerking spasms of his cock which had threatened my throat, and from the thick salty mess that collected now in my mouth.

Rusty gave one last gasp, and his member twitched again, sending me one last viscous gift, and then he drew back, and I carefully disengaged myself, keeping my lips closed and wondering what on earth I should do now. Mouth full and cheeks out, I swatted Marabel's hand away from my legs with a harsh frown, and she batted her lashes and pouted in response. Then she leaned forward, and before I could turn away or react at all she was kissing me, deeply, holding my hair tight behind my head. I sensed Rusty had sat up again to watch, and so I did not try to escape, even as her tongue looted the sticky mess, taking it bit by bit for herself. Then she broke the kiss, winked at me, and swallowed it, and I was left with just a few gluey remnants which stuck themselves to my teeth and the inside of my cheeks.

Marabel climbed up onto the bed, and lay on Rusty's right hand side, head on his chest. I took a few breaths, my heart still banging away from the exertion of providing pleasure, and then I rose and joined my lover on his left, lying there against him as if this were a natural and moral arrangement.

 

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It felt incredible, I couldn't have stopped if I had wanted to, and I most certainly did not. Marabel and Elizabeth had worked me into a frenzy, and now Elizabeth, under Marabel's expert instruction was finishing me, and "Oh...Mmmm...Oh...ahhh...Gawd!!!!" I finished! Rope after rope of sweet, sweet satisfaction, and it was only at the end, the very end I saw the total surprise in sweet, inexperienced, Elizabeth's eyes at the reception of my massive load.

Of course Marabel was ready, leaning in, and performing something that bordered on indecent, was most definitely erotic, and was undoubtedly the sexiest thing I had ever seen, as these two beautiful women, kissed and shared my cum. Marabel took most of my seed from Elizabeth and winked at me, undoubtedly knowing all men enjoy watching their seed enthusiastically consumed.

Marabel turned back to Elizabeth, "You'll get used to it, and they want to think you like it...you will." Of course I didn't know this, I just watched Marable climb up and push me gently back, moving to my far side and snuggling up, quite literally giving Elizabeth a road map, which I was delighted that she followed!

Here we were and I was far from tired. I clearly had to recover, or at least part of me did before continuing, but I had other skills. I put my arms around them, felt there cheeks, breath and fingers on my chest. This was not just nice, it was amazing. I made sure to pull Elizabeth up and kiss her first, a long, deep and sensous kiss. And then as I turned, and felt Marable already leaning forward, to kiss me, I slid my hand down between Elizabeth's thighs and slid my fingers into her tender folds. Part of me needed to make sure that she was aroused, and a bigger part of me, wanted to reciprocate for both of these women the fantasy they had so willingly played out for me!

I had a mouth, a cock that would soon be ready again, and two very willing hands with talented fingers, and of course that didn't even include what they might partake in all of themselves. Catherine had come outside, and was about to knock, when she heard Marabel's "Kiss me soldier...I've earned it..." Catherine turned around, she would need to find a different time to enjoy the soldier, but she would find her time.

I turned back to Elizabeth, "Thank you, please allow yourself to relax and enjoy all of this, I know this is not what you ever expected, but trust in us..." And then as my other hand slipped similarly into Marabel, I again kissed my Elizabeth!

 

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Eyes closed, I pressed myself to Rusty's strong body, my thighs squeezing his hand as his fingers teased me. I could hear Marabel on his other side, murmuring some warm appreciation for our intimacy, and although half of my mind wanted her gone, the other half was glad for her presence, and excited to be sharing my man with her. I buried my face in Rusty's shoulder and gave myself over to it all.

 

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I had never been with two women I cared about, one of which I was in love with. And only once before, long before my first marriage, had I found myself in a bordello following a long night of successful poker. I had only sought a room, the girls were apparently extras, and they had done much of the work to my inebriated, but ever so receptive body.

Now, here I was. “Mmmm, Elizabeth...” I pressed my fingers deeper into her folds, curling two fingers around to enter her, teasing the sensitive upper ridge of her sanctum while making sure to press my palm in to massage her clit.l. “Oh Fuck Soldier!” Marabel moaned as she moved her body to take my fingers and encourage my manipulation exactly in the manner her body needed. Suddenly I felt Marabel’s hand on my cock, at first gently massaging and bringing first my balls and then my shaft back to life.

“I think your soldier would enjoy another go....” Marabel moaned, making sure Elizabeth knew that she had indeed recognized the ownership rights of the sole male in the bed. Even I was surprised how fast I was hard again, but Marabel was quite accomplished at the resuscitation of a man’s most private areas.

I felt Marabel move first, getting up to rest on her knees, my fingers still sawing in and out of her. “Rusty, can you do us both?” She whispered, winking at Elizabeth. “Don’t worry, I am readying this for you, you would enjoy him back inside of you, wouldn’t you?” Marabel asked my young, sweet love.

Suddenly I felt my back being pushed flat as Marabel moved quickly, swinging her leg up and over my face and hovering her slick, wet pussy, inches from my awaiting mouth. She was facing down toward my legs, “Hop on him Elizabeth, if you won’t fuck him I will, and I know you want to....” She half encouraged, have teased.

No longer able to see anything other than the hot pink and glistening lips of Marabel, I felt Elizabeth slip from my grasp....I thought I felt her moving to straddle and face me....and as Marabel lowered herself upon my ever ready, and watering tongue, Marabel reached out and now facing Elizabeth, pulled her into a deep and sensuous kiss!

 

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I was astride him, and about to lower myself onto his erection and join us together once again, and Marabel pulled me to her for a kiss full of feeling, that I could tell was not merely for Rusty's benefit. Before I could comprehend how I felt, and whether I should respond in kind or push her away, we heard a knocking at the door. We all three of us froze in place - no doubt a comical sight had anyone been observing us.

Rusty called out to enquire as to the caller, his voice somewhat muffled by Marabel's intimate area. I still could not decide if I was jealous and angry, or jealous and thrilled.

"I do apologise Colonel." It was Cornice. "Mr Stanton has requested that I pass along a message."

A pause, and we heard him clear his throat, and I knew it was likely he had heard sounds of passion but attributed them only to Rusty and what he believed to be his servant girl and concubine.

"He wishes you to know that an emergency has occurred, which he says relates to a matter the two of you discussed earlier this evening, and that it has become necessary for him to hasten down to Williams' cottage. I in fact witnessed him run that way myself, immediately after he entrusted this message to me. I believe he hopes that you might follow and assist him, although I know none of the details. I will leave you now Colonel. Goodnight."

His footsteps receded down the hallway, and Marabel and I lifted ourselves off |Rusty, and both sat there on the bed, silent. I wanted to prevent my mind from speculation, but it ran straight to the only logical conclusion - Williams was doing something terrible.

 

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As Elizabeth straddle herself over the top of me, just about to lower herself and let us once again become one, Marabel pressed her wet, warm pussy lips down to kiss mine, and my tongue extended to lap and enjoy her, as she grinded from taint to clit, making sure I licked and enjoyed every inch!

I was waiting to feel my Elizabeth's tight, velvety maiden's gate lower and take me in when I heard the knock, and Cornice's muffled voice. As much as I hated to, I was forced to stop and turn my head so I could both breathe and hear what he had to say.

My words were still a bit muffled from speaking directly into Marabel's wanting pussy. "Of course Cornice, what is it?" As he explained Stanton's message and likely predicament, I became worried for Stanton's safety. I had no choice but to follow him, which meant our evening was finished, I hoped for only a while, but know likely for the night.

The women climbed off me and I got up, putting on my britches and shirt, boots and hat. I leaned in and gave Marbel a quick kiss, and then pulled Elizabeth in my arms for a long, heated, goodbye. "You two are welcomed to stay, keep my bed warm if you choose...hopefully I won't be gone long...but...we shall see."

There was not enough time to go fetch a horse from the stables, so as soon as I got outside, I took off at a dead run. I was only thirty yards or so from Williams' cottage, and I heard a blood curdling scream that could only cum form a woman. "You heathen, you devil, how dare you do that to that poor girl!" Suddenly, I saw a crying, and seemingly beaten young slave girl, come stumbling out, as crashing and yelling could be heard from inside.

I ran forward catching the girl, "Are you okay?" She wasn't, she was naked, and there were bleeding lash marks on her skin, and she had a fat lip and a swollen eye. "Go lay down we will look in on you when we are done. "Sir, he's crazy, drunk and wild!" I nodded, unsurprised.

"Does he have a pistol?" I asked, wanting to get the lay of the land before we started. The girl unfortunately had no idea! I could not wait any longer, or Stanton's life could be in jeopardy.

 

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I had remained in the room for but the briefest of moments after Rusty departed. Marabel implored me to stay, appealing to my good sense with her warnings of danger and our instructions to remain, but something propelled me forward, and I could not ignore it.

Dressed only in my slip, which I had pulled on hurriedly, I rushed out, down the stairs, through the silent house, and out of the doors, which my soldier had left open in his haste. In the dark I could see little more than the lights of the cottage, several hundred yards down the path, and I followed them as quickly as my bare feet would allow, scarcely feeling the pain.

On my arrival I saw Rusty kneeling over a girl, and when the moonlight caught her dark skin I saw that she was naked, and wounded. The night's slight breeze carried their words over the short distance to me, although they were unaware of my presence.

"He has weapons of all kinds sir!" She cried out, weeping. "And Mr Stanton is just an honest working man, who has no such things." Then she lay on her front on the grass, sobbing convulsively. "The devil he is, the devil!"

I did not call out, as Rusty stepped towards the cottage door. I said nothing, I made no sound. I would have run for help, but there was none who could offer it - our house contained only women and an elderly man. The Locke's residence was a half hour's round trip on horseback, and I could expect little useful assistance from Mr Locke. And so I stood there, paralysed.

 

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I approached the cabin as rapidly, yet quietly as I could. I was cursing myself for having been in such a hurry that I had not even bothered to grab my daggar, let alone a sword or better yet, a pistol! Nonetheless, here I was and from the screaming I knew I did not have time to secure any weapons to assist me. "How dare you enter my cabin and aid my wench! You fucking nigguh, I will teach you your place, that bitch has let you think you are more than you is!"

Williams speech was slurred as he screamed, but it was clear what had happened. Something had made Stanton realizing the vile things Williams was doing down here and he had gallantly come to the girl's rescue. I moved my way to look into the window, trying to get a sense of how I might successfully infiltrate, I also wanted to understand the condition of poor, dear Stanton.

As I looked in, the two men were on opposite sides of a round wooden table. Luckily it was a sturdy oak and so Williams could not easily cast it aside. Stanton was using it as protection, and they were moving around it in a circle, as Williams moved one way, Stanton moved the opposite. Finally Stanton was facing me, with Williams back to mine, and I got Stanton's attention. It was then I saw the minor cut on his left cheek, but a substantial gash in his arm. I could also see blood on the blade of the 8 inch hunting knife blade in Williams' right hand. I guess I felt lucky that Stanton was alive at all.

I signaled to him to move to try to get Williams back to the door, that was my best chance to get some sort of jump on him, and possibly gain advantage. Stanton was good, never letting Williams realize our communication, and as they began to rotate again, I moved toward the door. Fortunately the girl's exit had left it open and so, peaking around the edge, I saw Williams back to me, and without hesitation I flew into action.

I had been taught hand to hand combat back at Westpoint, and even recovering from surgery, I could guess my skill was superior to Williams, but he was armed, and not still recovering from surgery. Grasping his hand I thrust his wrist down, crashing it on the table, and watched as the knife skittered across the floor. "What the fuck!" The surprised Williams yelled, and we were quickly in a tussle. His elbow drove into my side, but luckily my sutures had largely healed, and I moved, wrapping my elbow around his neck and using my hip for leverage, threw him to the floor, only to move quickly on top of him.

He was clawing and biting like a cornered, wild dog...but two solid right crosses, knocked him silly. I knew I had a moment and went and grabbed the knife and then went to Stanton. "Put your arm around my shoulder, you need medical attention!" Luckily as I helped him out, I saw my Elizabeth emerge from the darkness. "He's hurt, his shoulder is cut bad..." I didn't need to say more, she was a nurse and I knew would know what to do. I had just let Stanton go to stagger toward Elizabeth when I heard Williams behind me. He lunged but I stepped aside and watched him topple to the ground. When he rolled over, I had the knife at his throat.

"This is over, but if you want to continue, you won't survive the next ten minutes." I was not kidding. "Go inside and sleep it off, tomorrow, myself and Mrs. Catherine will come talk with you, and don't get any ideas. I will keep guard the rest of the night. I will have a gun, and if I see the whites of your eyes before daybreak, I will put a bullet between them. That is not a threat, it is a promise." I watched him slink back inside and then I moved as quickly as I could up the pathway to help Elizabeth take Stanton up to the main house.

 

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Stanton stumbled towards me, and my panic rose, but dropped again when I perceived that his injuries were not mortal and the training I had received as a hospital nurse kicked in. I caught him as he collapsed to the ground, and gently eased him to the grass, and kneeled over him. Making my examination, I saw that the cut on his cheek was superficial, but the wound to his shoulder was more serious. It required a bandage, and I could not make one from his own shirt, sweaty and dirty as it had become, and therefore against the hygiene requirements drilled into me by the doctor. Without hesitation I reached down and tore a large strip of material off my slip, not caring that I revealed most of my pale left thigh. I wrapped the soft thin cotton around his shoulder, under the armpit, tight as I could, and the flow of blood eased.

I smiled at him and he smiled back. He looked to be on the brink of laughter, and his eyes were full of trust and affection for me. I kissed me friend on his forehead and whispered that I had him, he was safe.

"Go to the girl, Elizabeth," he grunted. "I'll just rest myself on this fine stretch of cool damp grass here."

I nodded, and, after checking his bandage, stood. I peered into the darkness a few metres forward, where Rusty and Williams lay entwined on the grass just in front of the cottage door. I heard my lover order the plantation manager to return to his home and consider himself under a state of house arrest. There came no verbal reply, but William's very being passed hatred and contempt up into the night air, and even as he returned to the cottage there was no question of him feeling any sort of remorse or Christian guilt for the evil deeds with which he had busied his evening. Indeed, his manner was of a snake which draws itself back under a rock to avoid the stick, before readying itself to strike once more.

Rusty joined me just as I went to make my way back to the girl, and so between us we lifted Stanton to his feet and brought him with us. Then Rusty lifted the poor girl into his arms and carried her, while I acted as the support for Stanton, who nobly took most of his own weight despite his shock and loss of blood. I decided we should make for the kitchen, where there was the least chance of being overheard, and that we should try to avoid awakening the other staff. A bedroom would have been preferable but the stairs were a difficult obstacle to tackle quietly.

Once we had lain the two stricken individuals upon blankets and cushions on the floor, as comfortable as we could make them, I turned to Rusty and laid my head against his chest, and wept.

 

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(OOC: Please pardon the use of certain terms, we are trying to stay true to the nomenclature of the day, eg., negro, rather than the current phrasing for ethnicities)

I was both proud and impressed to see how Elizabeth had taken control, literally shearing her dress to bandage her beloved servant. I could tell that Stanton would be okay, he had been hurt, but not too badly, perhaps a few stitches at most. My bigger concern was the girl, what exactly Williams had done to her, and how we should proceed tomorrow. I was not sure how Catherine would respond to what I was going to have to tell her, but we could not let Williams go on as he apparently had been.

Clearly the young slave girl was hurt and I pulled her up in my arms and took her up to the house following Elizabeth's guidance. While her body was frail, she had a muscular skeleton, I was sure hard earned through taxing work. She seemed to be conscience, but a bit out of it, and I worried it might be shock or perhaps trying to find some escape from the horror to which she had just been subjected. When I picked the girl up, I looked back at Williams who stood snearing in the doorway, not an ounce of repentence visible. "Who are you to judge me, don't you have your own little bedwarmer up at the big house?"

He sneared and I realized that was something I needed to clear up, I had wanted to make Marabel safe by laying claim to her, but I did not mean it to endorse any white man's use of a negro girl for their own gratification. I would need to discuss this with both Marabel and Elizabeth and get their perspectives.

Once up at the house, I set the poor girl down and watched as Elizabeth took over triaging and caring for the wounds of her patients to the best of her ability. "Should I boil the water, I think that Stanton would probably benefit from a stitch or two? If you need, I have helped the army surgeon in the field and think I could probably take care of him, if given a bit of needle and thread?"

As for the girl, I had no idea what to do and as I watched Elizabeth tend to her, I must confess, I let my eyes enjoy how little my young lover was now wearing and how her supple young body gave me teasing glances as she went about her work. When she was done, I stood there as she stood up, more emotionally exhausted than physical, I gathered, and I simply opened my arms to comfort her, as she melted into my chest. "I'm sorry my love, you are dealing with things that you should never have had to, yet you are doing so remarkably well!"

I held her for a few moments, relishing her warm, sweet body, held in my big strong arms. "I am going to need to speak with your mother regarding Williams, regarding many things, would you like to be there when we talk?" I waited for a few moments, and then asked the question I dreaded hearing the answer to, "The girl...how badly is she hurt...do you know...can you tell...what he might have done to her?"

 

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Rusty's words of encouragement calmed me, after the tension of my work with the girl. I felt sure that the Lord would protect her, but somehow I was less confident for the rest of us. It had been an almost unbelievable evening for me, and the image of Rusty disappearing into the dark maw of the open cottage door was pressed into the back of my very brain. I hoped that it would find its way out one day soon.

"The girl...how badly is she hurt...do you know...can you tell...what he might have done to her?"

I shook my head, trying to clear and clarify the horror of it. "I believe that he... forced her to be with him. And it was rough. And then at some point afterwards he for some reason flew into a rage and beat her. Stanton may have come to her aid only just in time." I exhaled slowly. "I think I should not be there when you talk to mother. She would only be more defensive, if she even were to engage on such a topic in my presence. It might be better that she not know of my involvement at all."

He nodded, and after exchanging some more tender words we decided that the girl would need to remain in the house for the night, despite the risk of discovery. Rusty picked her up as if her weight was nothing to him, and we ascended the stairs as quietly as we were able. We brought her to my bed and lay her there, and she seemed peaceful, soothed by my attention and the brandy with which I had dulled her pains.

Marabel opened the door and entered, wide-eyed. We briefly explained the events which had transpired outside, and I do believe if we had not required absolute silence, she would have broken out into a rash of strong oaths and curses. But my exhaustion was complete and full, and I excused myself and climbed into the bed beside that poor injured girl. Rusty and Marabel bade me goodnight and departed, to see to the stitching of our friend Stanton. As sleep overtook me I wondered how fine was the line that the almighty had drawn between my fate and those fates of my negro sisters. How was it that I came to be safe and free, and they not, and when and how would that change. And did I deserve what I had. Safety, comfort, money, my lover... any of it.

 

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I had very little doubt, "I believe that he... forced her to be with him.... But hearing my sweet Elizabeth have to confirm that Williams had raped that poor girl made my blood boil. I was half tempted to grab a pistol and go back to his cabin and shoot him with no more concern than I might have a rabid dog! "I'm sooo sorry, my love, sorry for her and sorry for you. This type of behavior cannot, will not, be tolerated.

I knew the mindset of so many white men, treating these slaves with not even the care they might have shown a pet. Unfortunately I was not sure where Elizabeth's mother might reside herself in that perspective, and I must say, I feared the worst, as apparently did her daughter. "I fear you are right, but this has to change and somehow I must convince her."

It was interesting to see Marabel's reaction as we brought the girl into Elizabeth's room. She was clearly angry, but I sensed it was also fear. Marabel had been on her own for a bit, and now we had brought her back to a place where this type of thing could still be her fate. Elizabeth was exhausted, and Marabel and I went to check in on Stanton. We had barely walked out the door when Marabel turned ot ma, needing me to look into her eyes.

"Thank you...if it wuzn't for youz, dat could be me, don't think I don't know dat!" I looked at her and then pulled her into a hug. "That will never be you, but that is why we are doing what we are doing here." I hoped that was the truth, I didn't like to admit how this temporary relationship, and having the ability to enjoy both Marabel and MY Elizabeth was heady, and highly erotic, and I found I was living out some sort of fantasy.

"I won't let them hurt you, not Williams, not anyone, but I think there are good people here, and I will somehow handle Williams." When we walked in to see Stanton he was sitting up in his bed. "You look good, you had me scared there old man!" I was teasing him, there was something about Stanton that made him feel like a friend I had for years, not that I had just met. He nodded and then looked at Marabel. "No offense ma'am but could I speak to your soldier a moment in private?" Marabel stepped quietly from the room and shut the door waiting outside.

"Rusty, I hope you don't mind my using your first name?" I laughed, "Of course not! I think we are learning to trust each other." Stanton smiled and nodded, "Yes sir we are. That is what I wanted to talk to you about...you know I love Elizabeth, and I'm not sure what your relationship is with that girl out there, but everyone seems happy and I don't judge....However, Mrs. Catherine is not going to like what you have to say tomorrow, but she is far more likely to follow your lead, if you have pleased her?"

I honestly wasn't sure what he was saying. "Son, that woman thinks as much with her pussy as she does with her mind...I dare suggest, you might fair best by making sure her pussy is inclined to following your suggestions!" I could only laugh. "Thank you Stanton, I guess, thank you. I will take what you said under advisement....I can promise nothing more..."

It had been a long night, and as we got back to my room, Marabel slipped off her covering and encouraged my gaze of her naked body. I smiled, "Don't think I am not tempted, but let's just crawl in and go to sleep...tomorrow is a new day." I moved in and gave her a soft kiss good night, and then I laid down and felt her climb in beside me, splay her leg over mine and rested her head on my chest. We were both sound asleep shortly thereafter...

 

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Morning light through the curtains woke me softly. Parting their heavy material, I looked out onto a day so gentle and charming that I could hardly believe the true violence of the night before. It seemed a bad dream. But when I turned back I saw the evidence, lying there under the bedclothes. The poor negro girl. I returned to sit on the bed beside her, and watched her steady breathing. Her face held a calm, peaceful expression, as if she too felt far divorced from the hot savagery of evil men. I placed a light hand on her brow and said a quiet prayer for our protection.

Meanwhile, my mother was receiving Rusty in the parlour for a pre-breakfast discussion of Williams' conduct. She was perched in a comfortable chair opposite him, and the sun was shining through the windows behind her into his eyes. Her mouth was tight, and stern. But she spoke quietly to him.

"The cook is preparing our breakfast, we can take it in the dining room shortly. I doubt we will need much time to clear up this little misunderstanding. Cornice gave me the details. I really can't see why Stanton bothered to involve himself. Of course I understand that his having done so caused you to be drawn in, and I am grateful that you split up their little scuffle... but really, Stanton's meddling is something I have often had to speak to him about. You aren't... concerned about anything, are you?"

She smiled sweetly, and awaited his response.

 

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Marabel had put up a good front, but she had slept frightfully, and I knew seeing the abused slave had taken a greater emotional toll on her than anyone. I tended to sleep in fits and starts, but just tried to hold her and make her feel safe. I had grown very fond of the young woman, and not just because of the sexual pleasures she had provided to both Elizabeth and I. She had a good and gentle heart, it was clear in all she did, and the idea that Williams or any white person felt they could be treated and thrown away was abhorrent.

I found I awoke early and made sure I exited the bed as quietly as I could as Marabel had seemingly found peace. I put on a clean dress shirt and trousers, dress boots, as I wanted to look both handsome and ready to discuss business. Catherine was clearly anticipating our conversation. She was dressed in a flowery cotton dress, her make-up perfect, with just a bit more rouge that one might expect of a woman in the morning, and a dark red lipstick that brought attention to her beautiful full lips. The neckline showed plenty of cleavage and I had to smile at how savvy Catherine was, and unafraid to use her assets.

"You look as lovely in the morning as you do in your formal gowns." I complimented while bending down and kissing the back of her hand as she offered. She had strategically chosen a positioning so that I would be looking in the sun, and she could better interpret my facial reactions than I, hers. I had played plenty of poker in my time, and I was quite a good poker player, so I maintained the slight grin I had since my first entrance, as I listened to Catherine's synopsis.

"I would be interested in Cornice's summary of the events. For if you are not concerned, then I believe he kept some key elements out, for surely a woman of your sophistication would never allow any employee of yours to act with such recklessness and cruelty." I watched as Catherine's jaw set a bit, but then looked at me, and decided to work her charm rather than temper. "My dear Colonel...." She smiled and her voice was as sweet and laced with molasses, as the syrup we would soon be putting on our flapjacks. "...I don't think we should be throwing stones from glass houses, do you? Wasn't it just last night that I heard you needing to indulge your masculine needs with your young servant? Of course I hope you know their are more refined and experienced options available?"

I laughed and winked, "If you heard, you certainly know that the woman in my room was not there by force or intimidation, unlike the woman that is currently in your daughter's room? Of course we could go speak with both, or you could, and verify?" I let the smile slip from my face. "Catherine, let me be clear, the South is going to lose this war, maybe next week, maybe in a year, but there is no longer a question as to outcome, only timing! Perhaps even sooner, the slaves will be set free."

I got up and walked over to her, extending my hand, and helping her to her feet, only to put my hands on her waist and look closely into her eyes. "I do not think you are the type of woman who would allow what Williams did, but just as much, it is bad business. At some point these people won't be property and they will be given the chance to stay or go....I can tell you have a fondness for Williams, but Stanton did the right thing. Make him report to me, and I will help you crate a plantation where you don't have to lose everyone when the time comes for these slaves to make their own decisions on staying or going..."

I could tell she was debating what I said, and the inconvenient truth of what lie ahead. I pulled her closer and brushed my lips over hers and then kissed her, deeply, mouths opening, tongues playing. "You can't think I need to force a woman into my bed, do you?" I felt her hands run up my back, and her eyes on me, fire burning in her gorgeous brown eyes, her breast heaving from our kiss. "No Colonel I don't....I most definitely do not!" And this time I felt her hand on the back of my neck as she leaned in to kiss me again!

 

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Their kiss was prolonged and it was strong, but suddenly she broke it, and drew back slightly, although her hands remained on him.

"The slaves will never be free," she said, quietly. Almost a whisper. "And you should take care what you say, and to whom you say it."

Rusty attempted to develop his claim, and explain the clear logic and evidence as to why the war was futile, but she shook her head and fixed him with a firm gaze. Then she pressed back up against him, her breasts against his chest, and gently kissed his neck.

"I could agree to place Williams under your care," she murmured, lips moving from skin to skin, then up to his ear, which she grazed playfully with her neat teeth. "If certain conditions are met."

Then she stepped back and walked over to the window, to look out upon the garden. "Condition number one: You will accept my decisions as final in all plantation affairs. Condition number two: You will never cause Williams to feel himself put-down or humiliated, as I need him motivated and enthusiastic - he covers a great deal of responsibilities for me. And condition number three: You never, never bring one of... one of those into my home again."

She stepped forward and extended a hand encased in an expensive glove of white silk. "Do we have a deal? And shall we consummate the agreement with a little bit of morning fun?"

 

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As I watched Catherine respond, I realized she was not ready for the truth, and to her the slaves were simply property, not humans with hearts, mind and souls. I felt sorry for her, and I hoped that somehow I would help her see the light, not so much for her, but for Elizabeth.

She began her reply by ensuring I was feeling the full sensuousness of the woman making the offer, with an implicit sense that any deal would also entail the fulfillment of intimacy between the two of us. I prepared myself to understand and respond to her Faustian offer...

"Well this is your home, your property, while I would hope that you would welcome my thoughts and listen to my opinions, I fully acknowledge that this is your property, your home, and I am simply a guest. Of course I will accept your decisions as final, but...can I feel comfortable in being honest with you..for I do so only in the deepest care of yourself and your daughter!" At least part of what I said was true.

"I wish I understood the power that Williams has over you, or the value...I swear as the lord as my witness...all I have seen is a man who seems hell bent on destroying the value of some of your most critical assets." I hated referring to the slaves as assets, but I needed to phrase them in the context that I thought might most appeal to Catherine's selfish and ego centric nature.

"I can learn to work with any man, and I have no desire to humiliate anyone, ANYONE, and that includes Mr. Williams." I have to say her defense of Williams was unsettling and made me wonder exactly what he might have on Elizabeth's mother, as thus far I had not witnessed a single redeeming quality, but it was clear that my desire to simplay sack him would be met with deaf ears and might eliminate my ability to manage him at all. "He needs to know though, that he does report to me, and you expect him to work through any concerns he might have with me directly...." I felt her lips on my neck and her niblbing my ear, and cursed myself for enjoying her touch as much as I did, however, Elizabeth's mother was well versed in the art of seduction. I responded, by running my hand down from her waist, to cup her ass and pull her pelvis into the muscles of my thigh, inducing a soft moan, and a bit firmer bite on my ear lobe.

However it was her last condition that was most troubling. "One of those? Do you mean the girl that was raped and your daughter took care of....what would you have preferred that we just leave her in the dirt to god knows what ends?" I took a deep breath...."Marabel is not up for discussion, she is my property" Again I had to put it in the terms she understood. "She will not be touched by anyone but me. However, as it relates to your...then if you do not want them in your house..." I did not mention Stanton as obviously he was not considered "one of those" as she had so indelicately put it.

"Catherine we have a deal that I will respect your wishes and I will do my best to protect your lands and holdings here..." I would have mentioned until her husband returned, but some of her actions had made clear, her marital vows were the furthest thing from her mind. I took her hand to shake it, "I did not do what I did last night because I was your enemy, I did it as your friend. I believe you want me....." I let the statement linger...as her eyes looked into mine, "...as your friend...as to consummation...." I smiled, "What exactly do you have in mind?" And I winked at her smiling.

This was not going to be easy, and without a doubt this was a deal with the Devil, but somehow Williams must be stopped, I knew Elizabeth would agree, however these terms were difficult at best...